Lucas decided to take one day off so he would have all the time to think of the best way to approach the task he had been given in the Belcraft group. He picked up the cleaning scrubs when he was working as a cleaner and resumed work in the Belcraft Company. It would be easier To get information when he is in his poor state than it would be when he is rich. Today would be the first day Working as a cleaner in the week and he prayed that he would be successful, at the same time paying attention to everything that had to do with the finances. He walked into the financial department very early in the morning to clean and perform the normal duty that is expected of every cleaner but then halted just at the door of the department. He heard some voices that he wasn't supposed to hear. It was really early in the morning and no staff had any business being in the office at that time of the day. He inched closer and closer until he couldn't hear all their conversation without having to st

Denver walked into the Belcraft group and bumped into Lucas who was dressed in his working clothes…as a janitor. A small frown spread across Denver face as he blew out hot air and rolled his eyes. He was already having a bad day because it was hard to figure out something wrong going in the company. Meeting with Lucas was something he didn’t plan for. “And don’t you have eyes to see?” Denver yelled out of his lungs, clenching his fist as though he was going to start a fight. Lucas observed Denver closely, he could clearly tell that he was not having a good time at all. “I was going about my job and cleaning up this place before you bumped into me”, Lucas replied with a calm voice since he didn’t want to use his strength to talk to him. Denver let out a deep sigh and dug his hands into his hair, hissing in frustration and sucking his teeth in rage. “For Gods sake! What exactly are you trying to prove my disguising yourself as a poor worker in the Belcraft group?” Denver asked Luc

Denver woke up with a headache. He groaned in pain and quickly dressed up to make his way to the Belcraft group. This particular phase of the competition was quite heavy on me because despite the number of times he went to the company, he was yet to figure out what the problem going on could be. He thought of Lucas and how he showed up in the club last night and for some reasons he couldn’t decipher, there was something unsettling about it. He didn’t like the fact that Lucas seemed to be trailing him because it made it look as if his secret was now out. To confirm this, he felt the great need to visit the finance office, to be sure that his ally who worked with him was still intact. He got dressed and quickly walked out of his room and into his car. He drove to the Belcraft group as fast as his legs could carry him, breathing heavily and trying to get rid of the fear that was buried in the deepest part of his heart. Once he got to the Belcraft group, he walked towards the finance

After their grandfather walked out of the room, Denver and Lucas remained on the chair. They both had different thoughts going round their head but Denver was the most confused one. “And so what? You think you are now the heir?” Denver asked Lucas who sighed deeply and remained silent. As long as Denver was concerned, there was no way Lucas would be named the heir without a fight. “Why? Are you now trying to say that I don’t deserve it?” Lucas fired back at Denver who sighed deeply and slammed his fist on the table. “Lucas, who do you think you are?” Denver asked with a gritted teeth, looking into Lucas eyes with a deadly stare. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me who I am? I am the HEIR OF BELCRAFT!” Lucas said with a stoic voice, making Denver to almost explode out of rage. “Is that too hard to accept? We were both given a fair share and chance to play our roles. He told us that we should carry out a task and I did mine. So, why is it so hard for you to accept the fact that I

"Lucas!" Emily screamed at the top of her voice. Not minding if his abductors were anywhere around or not. Lucas tried to stand up but he was too weak.She quickly rushes towards him and helps him up. Her eyes became teary when she noticed he was drenched in blood. "Who did this to you?" Emily regretted asking the question in the first place. It wasn't necessary to know right now. The most important thing was that he's alive."We need to get out of here right now. Before those evil men come back and find us here," She said in apprehension.He nodded slowly, too weak to speak. Emily lifted his hands and placed it over his shoulders. "Here, just try to stand up please," she pleaded with him.Lucas gripped a rusted iron chair that was close by and held onto it tightly so his whole weight wouldn't rest on Emily as he stood up to his feet."Argh…" he groaned. His shirt and everything he was wearing was stained with blood. He was breathing heavily and she feared he might be losing oxygen.S